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Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category
Follow The Path
Posted: March 18, 2011 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: path, photography, subway, train
My soul escaped me dripping, running and oozing out of my collapsing veins I did nothing , but watched– in silence Running wild my persona drifted into thin air tied itself to a black hole and never returned… drifting further away into oblivion my identity with its bags near the door never said goodbye – [...]
A Parallel State of Mind
Posted: September 16, 2010 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: balls, images, Life, Love, pictures, reflections, worlds
Worlds on top of worlds. Photos By: Q.Whitening Posted By: Q.Whitening
Portrait Series: Pat The New Model
Posted: July 14, 2010 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: images, photo, photography, pictures, portrait
These photos, with the help of my roommate Patrick, helped develop my eye more. Pat was the first person I shot in a portrait type of style. Thanks Homes. Photo By: Q.Whitening Posted By: Q.Whitening
The Signal of A Trend
Posted: June 16, 2010 in Art, Poems, Q.Whitening Photos, Street ArtTags: Art, image, photo, picture, street art
More everyday culture, imprints left for the world to see. Photo By: Q.Whitening Posted By: Q.Whitening
Today he’s so melancholy; onlookers glance at a felon probably, they label his camaraderie gangs, his pants don’t hang, he doesn’t throw tantrums, he’s not a primate-he’s handsome, but they say watch him-he steals, he’s not a thief and he too feels, he’s not looking for a record deal-he tries, he applies while he’s forced [...]
I’m waiting, watching, anticipating as others achieve their goals… hope has escaped my soul…so young, yet, so old, I would love to grow and be bold… like the others that will have their stories told, in the history until my children’s, children grow old… So, I do the unforgivable to achieve the impossible while [...]
Soft as a dream No sounds, so serene A river runs wide thru my eyes Relishing in his being Breathing his thoughts Turned to words untaught Bouncing from my drum To that dwelling seldom saught To me, he is a deity Transforming my identity To only his slave Yet in all tranquilty Written By: Sadeeah [...]




